C11 Broken Tail Has Long Sideburns

Ming jerked his head back, his eyes locked on the droid waiter in front of him.

The robot slightly turned its head, blinked its electronic eyes at Ming, and very politely asked: "May I ask, Mr. Sirenze, what would you like to order?"

Ming's gaze suddenly became cold, and his right hand reached into his bosom to grasp the purple lightning. He said in a deep voice